E-40:I'm Straight Lyrics

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(E-40)Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin' on a spliffy mickieThink he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County grassWith dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak meWhen I was sticky but we did it anywayLook, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated staplerUp under my seat, why? Robbers on my feetUh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna glock meChops, Elroy's ran up in my carI hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin' on the PresedentialUnder my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackinAnd up in there singin' a capellaCause that ain't the way the GAME was designedYou 'posed to see that if you BLINDBlastin, cocked to the side, blowzinComin' up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin'I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklinPullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and I be bossin

Chorus: E-40

Where all my hustlers at?Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collarsSmoke tweed, twenty-fo' hoursWhere all my ballers at?Where all my timahs, shot callers at?Where all my grimies? It's heavy weightGive me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight

(E-40)I pull up on the set - somebody died?Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dryDry as in dry? Dry as in thirsty'Cause we ain't had no work since ThursdayKnow you ain't believe us but I got it, who want it?By the way how y'all been survivin? Shoot we been STEPPIN on it!Uh - cut out the middleFrom here on out {*cough*} no more scribbleFast quota, fuck a slow nig'Nigga my fetti's just as long as Ron Jeremy's dick!Eighty-one years olda, pimpin' don't trip!Who you be bumpin? E-40 and The Click!Uh, I see the heads know me in the wind (?)Family where you been? The pen, get in!Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the blockWhat you see two crackheads steppin over, what? A rock

(E-40)Gimme a, Cadillac with a black man's drankA forty ounce, the ghetto champagneThe lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounceTake off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down SouthA record deal so I ain't gotta dope dealA faithful botch, a home-cooked mealTake, I like a (?) estateWith them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate